Simply a Moment - April

This post is prompted by Alexa where she asks us to blog about a small moment of time in our month.  You can find details on her blog here.

I prepared for our return before we even left the house.  This involves covering up anything that may be made dirty with blankets and covers.  The bed, in particular, has two layers on it, a green blanket at the top and a large blue fleece blanket to cover the whole bed.  Sure that I have covered every inch of the white bed linen, we can now go on our afternoon walkies.

We have done a quick circuit - what we call going 'round the block'.  Turn left at the end of our road, a brisk walk down to the underpass, cross over the road, along the side of Sainsburys supermarket, turn right along the cycle path, then right again to cut through the estate opposite ours and then home again.  It's just about a mile, plenty of grass and plenty of opportunities for a dog to do what a dog needs to do.

On our return, the bowl of tepid water that I left just inside the front door is waiting and four paws are gently washed one at a time "no, there is no point in trying to escape, you cannot go around with 3 clean paws and 1 grubby one".  Lead off, she skids across the kitchen floor, doing her version of the 'gravy bone dance'.  'Britain's Got Talent' clearly inspired her in this as she jumps and turns in circles at the same time, round and round again until I reach for the tin which houses her treats.  A firm 'sit' and a cute 'high five' and she is rewarded for walking nicely and behaving during her footbath.

I have things I want to do on the computer so I go upstairs to the study and she skips up the stairs behind me.  I can hear her padding around in the bedroom as I check bank balances, move money and pay bills.  Clicking on a blog is lethal; reading, commenting, clicking on links  - which lead to more links, a few pins on Pinterest - the minutes tick away as I become engrossed in the wonderful creative world in the blogworld.

It takes a while for me to realise that it has gone completely quiet in the room next to me.  She's obviously fallen asleep for her afternoon nap.  I get up quietly and creep around the door, even if she has jumped up onto the bed, at least I had prepared for all eventualities.  I expect I will find her curled up in a ball on top of the carefully placed covers.

Or maybe not ...